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So here is the second short story I have written and a song that I wanted to post along with it that I created in my Music Production class last year. The song took about two months to create and mix on a program called Reason, and I know it's not perfect, but it's what I could complete in time to turn in before the quarter ended. All instruments are played by me via a MIDI keyboard into the program's interface, where I had pretty much set up a studio within the computer. Mixing took forever to learn and was the most difficult part of it, but I got it done just in time. It is best to listen to the song with headphones. Hopefully I can get back to writing music soon.
With the story, it was written a couple of years ago during one of my prison stints, so it is still in rough, rough, rough draft mode, but I just wanted to transfer it from paper to computer in case I ever lose it (as I have a tendency to do with most stuff I own). The dialogue is scarce, and the detail is...well...not detailed, but I did my best and just wanted to get my idea down on paper. My first short (and longer) story and another song will be coming later once I am done editing the story, but for now please enjoy these and leave some comments if you feel compelled to do so. Thanks!

Contagicide (the story) - https://drive.google.com/file/d/1bmLRgoIiNDRlJAPSNB9feGcQjzlL8nPT/view?usp=sharing

Minor Storm (the song) - https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B7X8QhyOZvFSTTNUMGM5aFpTMFE

If it doesn't work, let me know and I will send you a private message or email to see if we can get-er-done that way.

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